"Listen, sir. See Fenton--lure him as quietly and secretly as you can
out of town--bring him into some remote nook--"
"Sir Thomas, I beg your pardon," exclaimed Gillespie, getting pale; "if
you mean that I should--"
"Silence, sir," replied the baronet, in his sternest and deepest voice;
"hear me; bring him, if you can, to some quiet place, where you will
both be free from observation; then produce your bottle and glass, and
ply him with liquor until you have him drunk."
"It's very likely that I'll find him drunk as it is, sir; he is seldom
otherwise."
"So much the better; you will have the less trouble. Well, when you have
him sufficiently drunk, bring him to the back gate of the garden, which
you will find unlocked; lodge him in the tool-house, ply him with more
liquor, until he becomes helpless. In the meantime, lock the back gate
after you--here is the key, which you can keep in your pocket. Having
left him in the tool-house--in a sufficiently helpless state, mark--lock
him in, put that key in your pocket, also; then get my travelling
carriage ready, put to the horses, and when all this is done, come to me
here; I shall then instruct you how and where to proceed.
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